Mrs. Right

Fraught Forgiveness

After a very rough night of tossing and turning because I had made Yoongi angry, I woke up in the morning with a need for extra-strength coffee. On my way into work, I became a bit jittery from the extra shot of espresso I had added to my drink to help me wake up. I knew seeing Yoongi face-to-face again was going to be awkward. I reminded myself that we are both adults and that hopefully, with time, he would forgive me.

About one hour into burying myself in my work, I got a phone call. It was my divorce lawyer. I closed my office door in order to get some privacy. My husband was being a petty jerk and the caffeine had made me edgy. My voice raised as I vented my frustrations to the lawyer. I was glad I had the foresight to close my door before talking to him so the whole floor wouldn't overhear what I was saying.

Shortly after hanging up, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it up to see it was Yoongi. He was holding flowers. Not just any flowers, either. He had a humongous bouquet filled with my favorite flowers--lilies.

"Addy, may I come in?" he asked with the sweetest expression on his face.

I replied with excitement, "Yes, Yoongi! Please make yourself comfortable!"

He entered, closing the door behind him, and handed me the bouquet. "These are for you."

"Oh, Yoongi! My favorite!" I beamed. "How did you know I love lilies?"

"I asked around. Mr. Lee told me you especially like lilies."

"You shouldn't have gone through all the trouble! Oh, you're so sweet, Yoongi!"

His adorable gummy smile grew wide. "Yes, I should have," he said as he sat down. "I was in a crabby mood yesterday morning and I took it out on you, Addy. You didn't deserve that."

"But, Yoongi, I violated your privacy."

"You didn't do anything I wouldn't have done if I were in your shoes. You did nothing wrong. I mean, it was right there for anybody to see."

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive other than me for being a jerk to you. Can you forgive me?"

My caffeinated brain went into overdrive when Yoongi asked me to forgive him. I was giddy. "Absolutely! Oh, Yoongi, would it be too much to ask for a hug?"

"Not at all," he replied, smiling. I noticed his eyes light up. It made me happy to see him in a good mood.

We both stood up and I walked around my desk to give him a big hug. Yoongi lightly placed his hands on my back as I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest and giving him a soft squeeze.

"I don't know how you do it in Korea, but where I come from, Yoongi, friends give each other tighter hugs than that," I commented.

With that, Yoongi wrapped his arms tighter around me, pressing his body against mine. There was something about having his body pressed against mine that felt so comforting. And then I realized it felt more than comforting. It felt nice--really nice. Shit.

My eyes popped open at the realization that I really liked the feeling of being hugged by Yoongi, but I froze. It was like I couldn't pull away. Suddenly, I noticed something more was being pressed against my body, and from the feel of it, it was quite impressive.

"There. We're friends again," I said, pulling myself away and looking up at him. I pretended I hadn't noticed.

"Addy, I want to be more than friends," Yoongi said softly.

His words shocked me. "W-what do you mean? You know I'm married, Yoongi." I chuckled nervously.

"Addy, I couldn't help but overhear your phone conversation through the door. You weren't exactly quiet. I know what's going on. That was a divorce lawyer you were talking to, wasn't it?"

My heart sank and I was filled with dread. "Please, Yoongi! Don't tell anyone. I'll be transferred. I might even lose my job. Please! I need my job!"

"I'm not going to tell anyone, Addy. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you, Yoongi. You have no idea how much that--"

Suddenly, Yoongi grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. He wrapped his arms firmly around me and kissed me. And fuck what a kiss! I got lost in the moment and weak in the knees as he continued to press his soft lips against mine. He gently parted my lips with his tongue, slipping it into my mouth . . . and I let him.

He then slowly pulled his lips off of mine and looked down into my eyes. Holy shit! That was hot! I could feel him growing even harder as he pressed his body against mine. I was tingling all over, especially in my core.

I pulled back and stared at him silently, my jaw dropped, and brought my hand to my lips. What had I done?

"Yoongi, I-I . . ." I shook my head.

"Please say you'll give me a chance, Addy."

I glanced down and saw the massive bulge in his pants. "Fuck!" I muttered under my breath. I had never seen Yoongi as a potential love interest. That had all just changed in the blink of an eye. Yoongi was fucking hot. What was I thinking? I loved Jimin. I wanted to be with Jimin. Jimin was my sexy beast. Shit!